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Sep 10, 2025

Im itching for some good sumtty smut.... could i request and amazing piece featuring Sam and Sebastian were they get the reader high as fuck and convince her to let them fuck her??? Asking for myself because im feral..... 👀👀👀👀👀

ask and you shall receive !

it's been a bit since i've written, so i'm a bit rusty...but i hope you enjoy!!

note: the boys took the plot in their own direction...so i hope you don't mind!

perfect little thing // sam and sebastian

sam x sebastian x f!reader

wc: 8,126

mdni -> drug/alcohol use, persuasion, virginity loss, overstimulation, dubcon, double creampie

***“you’re so cute when you play dumb,” sebastian muttered, thumb brushing against your cheek over and over again.

“such a pretty girl like you doesn’t deserve to be left all pent up, let us help you,”. you watched as sam bit back a smirk, jaw clenching as he pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

your mouth ran dry, like your nervous system knew what he what he was insinuating, your brain just hadn’t caught up yet.

“huh?” your foggy brain couldn’t process what exactly he was asking, too distracted by the way he traced his hands up and down your legs, fingers almost catching the inside of your shorts on each pass.

“c’mon baby, you’ve been so touchy tonight, were you just too shy to ask?”.***

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you were way in over your head.

sure, you were stoned more than you were sober until you moved to the valley, but you didn’t think the involuntary tolerance break would fuck you up this bad.

everything was moving in slow motion, eyes heavy and face flushed.

you were gone.

off. your. ass.

trying your best to focus on the tv illuminating your dimly lit living room, you failed miserably, spending too much brainpower on convincing yourself that you weren’t suffocating on the smoke that sat heavy in the air.

and the mere inches of space between your two best friends, suddenly aware of how close you were.

it wasn’t like being close was weird, sam was a whore for any sort of physical touch, from anyone at anytime. hugs, a hand on a shoulder, platonic or not.

sebastian said he wasn’t touchy, but the one time haley convinced you to be the first person she did acrylic nails on, he melted when you scratched the top of his head a few times when walking by that one time at the saloon.

he leaned forward, pulling his bong from the table and setting it between his legs, knocking you out of your unblinking state and spiraling thoughts.

flicking his lighter, your still unfocused eyes couldn’t help but watch as his lashes fluttered with his long inhale, pushing the smoke into each corner of his lungs.

tilting his head up and blowing out, coughing a few times and licking his lips as he seemed nearly unphased, you couldn’t help but stare, eyes finally regaining focus on his.

“c’mere,” he nodded his head to the side, adjusting a little for you to hit it, still positioned between his legs.

against your better judgement, you obliged, leaning forward to press your lips to the glass, keeping yourself steady with a hand placed on his upper thigh, causing his breath to catch in his throat for a split second.

your heavy lidded eyes looked up at him, waiting for him to light the bowl, slow blinks as you heard the water bubbling before he pulled it out- inhaling as much as you could despite the sheer volume.

his eyes were locked on yours as you pulled way too much, feeling it hit immediately as you exhaled unintentionally right into his face.

“i knew you had another in you, good girl,” he mumbled, leaning a little too close as he reached over you, passing the bong to sam- shooting him a knowing look.

you nearly choked on your spit as he called you that, like it was normal. your face was hot, burning up in embarrassment.

already letting your weight settle into the hand on his thigh, you let yourself succumb to the warmth flooding through your bloodstream, curling up and resting your head on his lap.

you felt his fingertips settle into the roots of your hair, gently brushing through each strand as a soft hum reverberated in your throat, like this was something normal.

you heard sam put the bong back on the table, adjusting his hips and getting comfier- more relaxed.

“here, stretch out pretty girl,” sam’s words were like honey, sickly sweet as he gently placed your legs on his lap, resting his hand on your calf as you adjusted, settling into foreign comfort.

you felt a weird flutter in your stomach, throat closing for a split second at the second pet name spoken so goddamn casually.

laying on your side, knees slightly bent as you pushed your ass into the cushion that was once supporting your aching spine, it felt like heaven to be this comfortable.

sebastian’s fingertips drifted down your side, barely brushing against your tshirt, tracing mindless lines up and down, catching on the band of your bra every now and again.

given the early spring, your body was aching with how much work the farm needed with the snow clearing- working nonstop for days to plant everything in time, and care for your animals, and make sure nothing got ruined with the change of seasons, and somehow keep yourself alive, it seemed endless.

so sam’s gentle hands massaging your sore calves nearly made you dissolve entirely, a small gasp slipping past your lips.

you hadn’t even noticed that sebastian’s hand had slipped up your shirt just a little, resting on your now exposed hip and tracing gentle circles into the plush of your stomach. your brain couldn’t be fucked to think about what was happening, that they were mouthing words to each other right above you, all you knew is that you felt like you were on cloud. fucking. nine.

a small shiver ran through you as your shirt rode higher, gentle fingers brushing against your skin, tracing right below the underwire of your bra, suddenly aware of the increase of your heartbeat.

sam’s hands had drifted higher, massaging your thighs, his touch lingering on the plush right below your ass a little too long.

you were so fucking high you couldn’t really process anything, only that the touch was so comforting, so good.

sebastian’s thumb found its way right under the waistband of your shorts, before leaving once again and tracing circles up your entire body, tickling you just enough to elicit a few twitches and soft smiles against the rough denim pressed against your face.

a small giggle as you shifted closer into sebastian, sam’s fingers brushing a little too close to the softest spot of your inner thigh, right where the seam of your panties sat.

you couldn’t stop it, the pulse you felt as all of this happened, not realizing how warm you were until now.

you hadn’t been touched like this before, only something you dreamt of, your brain really short circuiting and pausing any thoughts that could really signal any alarms- you just let it happen.

“how you feeling pretty girl?” sebastian hummed, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“mm,” was all you responded with, snuggling into him even closer (as if that was really possible), putty in their hands.

“yeah?” sam purred, fingertips ghosting over your cunt to trace down your other leg.

a twitch at the featherweight touch, a quick bite on the inside of your cheek to keep your composure.

sebastian cupped his hand around your face, still pressed against his black denim jeans, fingertips sliding down your jawline.

he brushed his thumb against your lower lip, parting it from your top, feeling the warm exhale you tried your very best to hold back.

you couldn’t tell if any of this was even real, but the thumping of your rapid heartbeat definitely was.

“look at me, won’t ya?” sebastian turned your head, sam moving your legs in unison, forcing you to lay on your back and look directly up at seb.

sam had crept between your legs, pulling them apart in his transition, wrapping them around him just enough for his arms to prevent too much movement.

“we overheard you talking with haley the other day, y’know?” sam looked at you, with a glint of false pity in his bloodshot eyes.

“about what?” you mumbled, knowing damn well what you were talking about. you tried your best to hide the panic in your eyes, only telling her with the promise it wouldn’t leave the four walls of her bedroom.

but she neglected to close the window all the way, sam and seb using it to figure you out just that much more.

now, why they were stalking that window was an afterthought, the weight of them knowing your sacred secret- one that you even straight up lied about in games that could expose you.

in a frantic state, haley called you over to her shared home, voice shaky and panicked. she was nervous for her first real date with abi, and was stumbling over what to do if things got a little…hot n heavy.

you shared what knowledge you could, followed by your full disclosure of never being touched like that by someone else, only knowing what to do from word of mouth and a few lackluster makeout sessions while drunk in college.

but you knew the technical logistics, hell you read more than anyone could have thought, driving yourself mad as you could never really get yourself off- a constant state of sexual frustration.

it always felt weird when you did it, maybe you were too in your head, or the all consuming guilt of committing such a dirty crime in the eyes of god dampened the mood, but nonetheless - you’d never had an orgasm.

they heard you admit that. and that haley and abi were seeing each other, which was definitely supposed to be a secret, but they seemed far more focused on your predicament.

“you’re so cute when you play dumb,” sebastian muttered, thumb brushing against your cheek over and over again.

“such a pretty girl like you doesn’t deserve to be left all pent up, let us help you,”. you watched as sam bit back a smirk, jaw clenching as he pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

your mouth ran dry, like your nervous system knew what he what he was insinuating, your brain just hadn’t caught up yet.

“c’mon baby, you’ve been so touchy tonight, were you just too shy to ask?” sebastian taunted, he knew you got touchy when you were high- the fear of being overbearing slowly dissipating and body taking over to show affection, almost always platonic, but touchy nonetheless.

you had penny sitting between your legs that one night, inebriated card games and truth or dares spinning around the inside of the community center, braiding and brushing out her hair over and over as excited voices rang all over.

haley had you in her lap once, running fingers through your hair as a movie played on her new projector, nearly everyone in the community sprawled across her backyard as a cult classic played on the backside of her shared home.

resting your head on alex’s shoulder when you noticed how anxious he was in the saloon, caving in to emily’s hugging tendencies.

why is this any different?

“i-” your voice caught in your throat as the both of them locked eyes on you, stares pleading but knowing. knowing they would get you to cave in under them.

“you’re so tense, pretty girl, it’ll help y’know,” sams hands began massaging you again, and sebastian’s hand followed, thumb working out the tension in your neck.

lips parted again, a single soft whimper sneaking out before you could catch it.

“let us take care of you baby,”. you swore sebastian bit his lip with sheer hunger, trying to hold it back, eyes not hiding that need one bit.

not to mention, you could feel how hard he was as you leaned your head back, and how much of him there was.

“i- um,” you fidgeted with your fingers, face hot and heart jumping out of your chest. “i haven’t- i don’t have-,” experience. you were too scared, always backing off before hands wandered too far, too insecure to carry things forward.

it was the breaking point of more than one relationship in your time.

you couldn’t help the fear that settled deep in your bones, despite leaving the confines of your mothers religion years ago. you always felt guilty.

on top of a lifetime of never feeling good enough, never pretty enough. hell, you didn’t find a sense of self until your move to the valley, and even that took a year.

i can’t do this, they weren’t supposed to know that, i shouldn’t have said anything.

“shhhh, it’s okay baby, nothin’ to worry about,” seb gently brushed your cheek, a last ditch effort to calm your nerves a little. “we’ll teach you all ya need to know, don’t wanna let some stranger hurt ya or anything, y’know?”

you hesitated, wondering what stranger would come and hurt you in the middle of nowhere, nor why they seemed so…sweet with it.

surely, they just cared, right? friends can do this, right..?

“o-okay, but-”.

that was all they needed to hear.

before you could finish your sentence, before you could change your mind, before you could second guess your decision too much, sam had pulled you in and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around him fully while sebastian grabbed three beers from your refrigerator before making his way to your bedroom- turning your bedside lamp on and opening all three bottles with his thumb ring as sam sat you on the edge of the bed.

everything was a blur, sebastian climbing into your bed with his back to the headboard, pulling you into him, forcing you to look at sam while his breath was hot on your neck.

they had moved so fast, a blur that almost made you nauseous as it settled with your encroaching panic attack.

sam settled in front of you, darting his eyes between you and sebastian, as if to ask for some unspoken permission to devour you whole.

he was laying in front of you, feet dangling off the end of your bed, eyes almost pleading to sebastian.

you felt sebastian nod a single time before peppering light kisses against your neck, a small whimper in return.

sam’s hands tugged on the waistband of your shorts, while sebastian lifted your hips as the last bit of decency was stripped from you. a string of slick glistening as your panties pulled away.

they both paused for a moment, your last chance to back out, even though they both knew you wouldn't.

Well, at this point, you couldn't.

“oh honey,” sam groaned under his breath, a man starved as his mouth watered at the sight of you on display. “god you’re gonna ruin me,”. he shook his head before diving between your thighs, pushing your legs apart and hooking his arms around them.

you shivered at the feeling of his nose pressed against you, heavy breathing on your clit, melting into sebastian as sam licked a single swipe of his tongue up your wanting slit.

all the while, sebastian pulled your shirt over your head, not missing a beat with his fixation on your neck, now trailing down your shoulder.

sam couldn’t hold back, one swipe had him drunk. a man fucking starved, face buried so deep his nose pressed against your clit while his tongue worked magic.

sebastian’s gentle kisses turned into bites and bruises, sucking months worth of unspoken need from the top of your neck to the edge of your collarbone.

even though sam was between your legs, sebastian was playing the long game- inherently selfish as this was his idea, he had control.

sam didn’t know what he was doing, and sebastian didn’t want to scare you off. sam was urgent, needy.

sam didn’t know it, but sebastian had already claimed you, watching your every move.

and he would be damned if sam tried to mark you first. and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let sam make you cum first, either.

your eyes were pinched shut, jaw slack, whines and whimpers spilling out as you squirmed against sam’s messy eating. slurping up every drop you had to offer, adjusting when your whimpers turned to quiet moans, trying to figure you out.

“feel good, baby?” sebastian purred in your ear, nipping at your earlobe as you nodded your head, letting your head tip back into him for support.

“mhmm..” your eyes fluttered, barely opening as you try and look over at him.

an unfamiliar knot formed at the bottom of your tummy, barely there but growing fast.

you bucked your hips into sam's face, scared and chasing the feeling all the same, frame tensing and legs closing in on his head.

“sam, sam,” sebastian barked, noticing you tense up, not wanting sam to take this from him.

“huh?” he mumbled, finally coming up for air. his face was a mess, covered in spit and slick.

“don’t get greedy,” he bit, playing with the straps of your bra, the only thing covering you besides sebastian’s wandering hands.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he huffed, sitting back on his heels as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip.

sebastian cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, before slipping his hand down to your messy cunt, still covered in a the mess that painted sam’s face.

the gasp that sebastian’s fingers pulled out of you was so dirty, the cold metal of his rings driving you insane.

sam's tongue worked wonders, but the feeling of being full was even better.

instantly kicking your head back into him, whining through short breaths, body somehow warmer than it was with sam eating you alive.

he found a spot you didn’t know existed, brushing over and over and over again until your hand was squeezing his wrist, moans spilling out of you with each thrust of his fingers.

“oh baby, god sam she’s tight,” a breathy laugh was all you could feel on your bruised neck, sam watching in awe as sebastian pulled you closer and closer and closer to the edge- as if it was his sole mission in life.

sam leaned in, reaching over the filthy scene to grab his beer, downing half as he tried to keep his composure. all he wanted was to fuck you till dawn, bruise your cervix to the shape of his swollen tip, to fill you up and fuck it back into you.

and sebastian was making him wait.

he watched in a mix of excitement and jealousy as you came on sebastian’s fingers, his hand dripping with your cum, spilling through his fingers.

“atta girl, there you go,” he hummed, still pumping his fingers- just much, much slower, making you twitch in overstimulation.

“i knew you’d be a loud one, such a dirty little thing aren’t you?” sam leaned in towards you, all doe-eyed and already starting to look fucked-out.

he lifted the bottle to your parted lips, pouring the bitter ale down your throat- so dry that for once in your life beer was a godsend.

“i think you should return the favor for sammy, don’t you think baby?” sebastian whispered in your ear, taking this time to unclip your bra and slide it off your body, letting your tits sit free.

your brain couldn’t really understand what he was talking about, but you nodded nonetheless, in way too deep to back out now.

“whatdya mean?” you asked him innocently, a little more lively after the other half of the bottle settled in your tummy.

“show him what that mouth can do, yeah? i know he’d love it,”.

his hands cupped your tits, pawing at them like they were the best thing to ever exist.

“w-where do you want me?” you tried to sit up, but were held back by his hands still kneading your chest.

“get down on your knees, he loves that. trust me,” he shot sam a knowing look, a nod to unbuckle his leather belt as seb helped you down to your knees, a pillow between them and the hardwood floor.

you looked up at sam, clenching around nothing when you saw the state he was in - disheveled and flushed, a mix of weed and alcohol and pussy, all of it equally intoxicating to such a desperate man.

looking up at him, fully realizing how fucking hot he was, pussy leaking down your thigh with a hushed whimper.

you unfastened the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down with shaky hands. the strain of the zipper was enough to make you nervous, enough to make you freeze.

“you’ll be okay baby, i’ll help ya', don’t worry,” seb whispered in your ear, holding eye contact with sam, enough to make him shudder.

he let his jeans and boxers hit the floor, stepping out of them gently. sitting at the edge of your bed, the perfect height.

the piercing on his tip glistened with his pre, leaking with need. it was all red and swollen, begging for attention, pulse almost visible in the vein crawling up his shaft.

swallowing your fear as best you could, trying your best to remember all those stories you read in the confines of your bedroom, doe-eyed blinks as he nodded his head, tired of the agonizing wait.

the groan that spilled out with your very first kitten lick on his swollen tip gave you a smidge of confidence, enough to take a single deep breath and slowly pull him into the warmth your mouth offered.

you adjusted once, using one hand to hold the sheer weight of his cock steady as you bobbed your head once, twice.

“fff- fuckkk,” he titled his head back with his single groan, falling apart at the first few sucks, barely taking half of him.

you didn’t swallow any of your spit, letting it drip down to the base, coating your fingers like lube. rhythmic bobs of your head repeated as you circled your tongue around him, hand matching the movements of your head, covering the last bit of him you knew would demolish your throat.

“oh my god you’re so fucking good this holy ssshit-”. his breath was heavy, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, you swore you could feel his heartbeat in his cock as you sped up.

sebastian’s fingers trailed up the nape of your neck, a gentle grip on your hair, testing the waters.

pushing you a little farther. bobbing your head a little quicker.

warm saltwater began to pool in your eyes, jaw already sore and breathing erratic.

“doing so good baby, there you go take him all,”. before you knew it you felt the piercing hit the back of your throat, gagging once before sebastian pulled you back just enough.

“god you’re gonna make me- fucking hell- c-cum if you keep doing that,”. his words were barely coherent, a muddled mess of moans and whimpers laced with profanities and praise.

you heard seb snicker under his breath, barely audible as he bobbed your head for you, almost like he was hypnotized, supporting yourself with splayed hands on sam’s thighs.

you pinched your eyes shut hard, tears still pooling out of the corners as you tried your very best to do a good job.

you didn't have any other choice, sandwiched between the man in front of you and sebastian's grip, nothing but a mouth for sam to fuck.

you knew the back of your throat was bruised, that your face was a mess of spit and sams leaking pre, coating your mouth and chin, mixing with your tears down your neck. you didn't just look a mess, you were a mess.

sam was panting through his stuttered whimpers, teeth chattering with how good he felt. sebastian knew it too, there was a reason he was coaching you.

you retracted as warm ropes shot down your throat, sebastian’s grip loosening as sam sputtered his hips, hissing when sebastian had slowed down enough for you to control your tongue again, feeling each throb on his still-hard cock.

tasting the salty-sweet ropes as they settled in your throat, wincing at the foreign feeling, you fought against seb's hand to pull back.

“okay- okayokayokay seb please-,”.

sam was shaking, breathing heavy, and sebastian finally pulled you off, wiping your drying tears with a featherweight touch.

he kissed you, hard. messy. tasting sam’s cum mixing with the crumbling innocence on your lips.

pulling away, he pressed his forehead against yours, blown out eyes staring into your glassy ones.

“look at you, you did so good baby,”.

“you sure you haven’t done this before? jesus christ,” sam scoffed, lingering doubt on how you did that good taking his dick, how your tongue swallowed him up and teased every nerve ending, how you swallowed without objection.

“you did good too, dirty boy,” seb looked up at him through his dark lashes, eyeliner smudged and shimmering with sin.

you watched sam’s swollen cock twitch at the pet name, face already turning needy again.

seb reached over to your nightstand, grabbing your somehow still cold beer- handing it to you with care.

“atta girl, good job,” he ran his fingers down your back again, mouthing something to sam again while you zoned out.

picking you up off the floor, seb laid you down gently as sam took the bottle from your fingers, watching you- no staring at you as he tore his shirt off, tattoos on display.

you had no idea those were hiding under his collar, and your hole clenched around nothing as you pushed your thighs together, a mix of embarrassment and want. you were still dripping, still nervous.

like a fawn staring down approaching headlights- frozen in time- knowing you had no way out of this. your high was slowly fading, sobering up at the lewdity of it all.

you were in way over your head. and they knew it, too.

like prey, helpless.

lost in your own head, succumbing to the endless whirlwind of thoughts that always came back as your high faded away, spinning, spinning, spinning.

“you still here?” sam brushed him thumb across your flushed cheek, gathering your attention as you realized sebastian was…gone?

“mhm- where’d sebby go?” you hummed, nuzzling your cheek into the palm of his hand.

“he’ll be right back, don’t worry pretty girl,”.

he moved slowly, kissing the side of your neck, a disgruntled hum as he looked at the mark seb made on you.

“you let him mark you?” his voice was so low, sticking to the inside of your skull as he nipped at the tender flesh below your ear.

“i-im sorry i-” you fiddled with your fingers, hands shaky and breaths short. he said it with such distain it almost felt like disgust, body caving in on itself as tears began to well up again.

“no no no, not what i meant shhhh,” he retracted from your neck, kissing your forehead and dancing his fingers on your sides, making you squirm and giggle.

he was pissed, but he would handle that with seb later.

gone for just a split for a moment in time, just to come back with the bong in hand- lighter in the other.

he was going to get you to cave in.

you watched as he pulled first, bubbles boiling in the smoky water as he focused so intently on his drag.

"go ahead, baby, it'll help 'ya," sebastian sat you up slightly, just enough to press your swollen lips to the glass rim, looking up at sam as he let the smoke simmer a little too long, too much for you to inhale in one go.

it was over for you at that point, so high that you could feel your fingertips buzzing, reminding yourself to breathe and blink.

hearing the clink of his belt hit the floor, your eyes widened at the sight - panicking about the realization that he may not even fit.

the worst part was that it excited your puffy little cunt, feeling your pulse on your clit, aching to be tended to.

after all those years of denying advances, never getting yourself off, just to collapse under his touch was insanity.

those thoughts were knocked aside as he crawled on top of you, trapping you beneath him.

to your side, you heard sam pull your desk chair over - studying your every movement with his already hard cock resting on his stomach, leaking again.

his breathing sounded tense, so sharp the air felt jagged.

you couldn't tell what the fuck his problem was, but the man on top of you was far more important than the latter.

it didn't help that knowing you were being watched was only egging you on, clenching around nothing at all as the reality settled in.

“you’re so wet baby, don’tcha wanna know what it feels like?” sebastian purred in your ear, grinding his cock between your slippery slit, finally getting the ounce of friction it wanted so badly. "feels better than my fingers, don't you wanna try?"

so far gone, eyes bloodshot and glossy, a faint giggle mixed with each breath. you couldn’t think straight if your life depended on it.

unable to focus your stare, everything just a little bit blurry, lost in the rhythmic grind of his hips- your cunt begging to be tended to, to be fucked stupid, you nodded once- embarrassed to admit it.

the smell of his cologne, mixed with weed and such depravity within the four walls of your bedroom made you so pliable, so needy, radiating off of you like dewdrops on a summer morning.

looking up at him, gaze so goddamn desperate, lip quivering as your body ached to be stuffed full.

on the other hand, sebastian was at his wits fucking end. he had you trapped under him, nowhere to run, so high you couldn’t help but let your body react naturally.

he caught his fucking prey. no one was going to take this from him.

a small gasp in unison as he caved in, catching on your dripping hole, tip beginning to feel the heat radiating off of you. the warm embrace of your virgin hole pulling him in so quickly.

gritting his teeth to try his very best to hold on to his last thread of self control, pushing himself through your tight little hole as slow as he could manage. cursing under his breath, blown out eyes glued to the way your swollen cunt accepted him so willingly.

the strech was deep, splitting you open as he slowly filled you, small thrusts to ease himself in.

“oh my god seb fucking hell-” you whine, pulling his hips deeper on desire alone, falling apart on top of you.

your half-lidded eyes looked up at him - disheveled, flushed, gone.

losing his initial regard to let you adjust, he thrust into you hard, buried as deep as he could.

“holy fuck baby, so fuckin’ tight,”. barely comprehensible, syllables broken by his whimpers.

“s-s’ deep,”. your whine made him throb inside you, walls fluttering around him in wordless return.

it did hurt, such a tight fit with little preparation, barely able to adjust to all 10 inches of him.

but it felt so good, feeling so full and so warm, stuffed deeper than you thought imaginable.

eyes fluttering between open and rolling to the back of your skull, nearly sobbing with each stroke, fingernails digging into his biceps as they strained to keep him partially upright.

“doin’ so good baby, so good f’me,”.

he was pussy drunk already, desire taking over as he fought to pull back, to be gentle , just to lose his last thread of control and thrust into you hard enough to bruise.

the slap of skin on sin, your sopping cunt coating his cock so quickly, mouth open but unable to make any sound as you just felt so fucking. good.

quicker than you could comprehend, he swung your legs onto his shoulders, one after the other, pushing your knees into your chest, the nastiest mating press you’d ever imagine.

slamming into you with unrestrained hunger, somehow reaching deeper, hitting that pretty little spongey spot inside you, your legs shaking instantly.

all you could do was sob. broken cries and shrill moans caught in your throat, only pushed out with the relentless fervor pulling him in so deep.

“look at you, made for this weren’t ya’? fucking hell baby,”. his words were slurred through gritted teeth, memorizing every inch of your cunt like his life depended on it.

your glassy vision closed in on you, eyes pinching shut before you could try to fight it. the knot in your core fraying quick, teetering on the edge.

“i-seb-i-,”. you weren’t even sure if you vocal chords really even worked at this point, your brain left behind miles ago.

“cum for me baby, i can feel you squeezin’ me,”. sebastian was a wreck. eyes full of nothing but primal need, brows pinched together, cheeks flushed darker than you’d ever seen.

he adjusted his hips slightly, just enough to make flashing stars glimmer behind your eyelids, your ears ringing loud enough to drown out every sound in the room.

he kept the perfect rhythm, not faltering for a single millisecond.

it felt different than it did with his fingers, this was a million times harder, a thousand times messier, a hundred times nastier.

“gonna fill you up, make you mine yeah?” his growl reverberated in your muddled brain, nodding brainlessly through sputtered cries.

in picture perfect unison, with your legs a trembling mess and his hips beginning to stutter, and you both came hard.

so caught in the ringing of your ears and shooting stars behind your eyelids, you didn’t hear the cracked whimpers that came out of sebastian’s mouth as he came, a jumbled mess of profanities and promises to make you his forever.

he pressed his forehead against yours, both of you panting and sweating, a small attempt to bring his heartbeat back to normal.

your heart was being so fast you swore it would explode, unable to catch your breath, legs trembling, teeth chattering.

head spinning, stars slowly fading, eyes still pinched together and streaming.

“you feeling okay baby?” sebastian patted the side of your face gently, bringing you back down to earth a little.

all you could do was nod, throat sore and head spinning, blinking hard to try and come to your senses.

“god you are the most beautiful thing, fucking hell,”.

both of you winced as he slowly pulled himself out, cum spilling out of you and soaking your already ruined sheets.

you shut your eyes again, nuzzling into his hand as he wiped away the tears staining your face, kissing you once on the forehead and again on the nose.

“perfect little thing aren’t you?”

you covered your face with both hands, overcome with the sheer embarrassment of it all, on display for both of them and covered in a mix of spit, slick, and cum, shivering as the heat of your high came crashing down.

“shhhh don’t hide baby, don’t hide,” sebastian pulled your hands away from your face, rolling his eyes with a grind of his teeth at whatever sam had mouthed to him.

you felt sam's presence disappear for a moment in time, just to come back with the bong in hand- lighter in the other.

you watched as he pulled first, bubbles boiling in the smoky water as he focused so intently on his drag.

but fuck did it feel good, body and brain more like a puddle than anything else, so lost in the buzzing of the world around you.

too focused with the plush of your bedding on your loosened joints, you missed their brief conversation, knocked back into focus at the words sebastian spoke to you.

“gotta let sammy have a turn, yeah?” he brushed the side of your face, a jealous bite at the end of his sentence, almost wincing at the idea of actually letting him fuck you.

it was the last thing he wanted, for someone else to be inside you, but he grit his teeth to try and settle the tension before it bled into you.

“the hell does that mean?” sam bit back, cocking his head to the side.

you felt seb tense up, battling through all his racing thoughts, trying to pick out the right words to try and be the bigger person. to keep you calm.

she doesn't need to catch strays in this, the fuck are you doing sam?

one look down at you, your puppy dog eyes staring at sebastian with little hearts, all sense of decency left behind.

the only thing repeating in his head like a broken record clouding his judgement, the feeling his heart warmed with, how the hell was he supposed to let you potentially slip through his fingers? how could he be okay with letting someone else feel the heaven between your legs, or let them bask in the sounds you spilled for him so quickly.

fuck it.

“she’s mine now man, rules are rules, so since im letting you, you better do it right,”. his words were so sharp, so venom filled in comparison to his gentle praises with you, your head spinning all over again.

too fucked out to process the true weight to his words, too busy drifting in and out, the only thing keeping you steady was the warmth of his hand against your cheek.

“let me? seb- yknow,” he turned his head towards you, crouching down a bit to reach you at eye level. "why don't you let sammy have a turn now, yeah?"

"oh-i-" you mumbled, brain not able to pull together a coherent thought, fucked utterly stupid.

"sam," sebastian nearly growled, jaw tense and fingers digging into your legs, still quivering on either side of him. he knew you were probably overstimulated to the nth degree, hell you could barely keep your damn eyes open.

"don't," sam bit, full of venom, pointing at him like a threat.

"g-guys, it's o-okay," you stumbled over your syllables, trying your best to settle whatever the hell was going on, not wanting to deal with any of it.

sam practically pushed sebastian to the side, forcing his way in between your legs. between a single slow blink, sebastian's flushed cheeks and bitten lip replaced with blown out eyes and messy blonde hair.

"let sammy show you what a real good fuck feels like, pretty girl," he whispered in your ear, heat slithering to your cheeks with the bite at the end of his words. he was taunting you, more to get a rise out of sebastian than anything.

far gone was the upbeat nature he carried so well, no jokes or giggles or even bubbling excitement. this version in front of you was hungry. jealous. mean.

before another breath could fall, a second could pass, he flipped you on to your front, pulling your ass up by your hips, knocking the wind out of you.

"jesus sam the fuck are you doing," sebastian laid next to you, daggers stabbing into sam's chest with a single glare.

"fuck off," sam scoffed, leaning over you to growl in your ear again, opposite of sebastian. "gonna ruin 'ya, babe,".

ass in the air, sebastian's cum still dripping out of you, thighs sticky, at sam's mercy.

shivering as he drug his flushed tip through your puffy slit, just enough of your sopping mess on him to glisten in the lamplight.

sam was on the brink of insanity, brain fuzzy and senses clouded, with only one train of thought - the primal need to fuck you beyond repair.

the air felt heavy, all breaths held as he guided himself to your weeping hole, grabbing the sheets below you for any sense of support.

before the moment passed him by, a slow rock forward, cockhead dipping into the warm embrace of your cunt.

"oh my god you feel so fucking good-ngh," his words were a drunken mess, slurred together as he allowed no time for you to adjust to him, his hips bucking into you in one swift thrust- knocking the wind straight out of you.

like a bitch in heat, he kickstarted a ruthless pace, the piercing that had bruised your throat now abusing your cervix.

it was so much, each nerve ending sparking all over again as you felt him in an entirely different way, so so sensitive and eyes welling up with tears without you even noticing.

"like being fucked like a whore, 'eh?" he almost laughed under his words, panting with each lewd slam of his hips, a ring of slick and sebastian's cum settling at the base of his cock so quickly.

all you could manage were breathless whimpers, slack jawed and breathless as every ounce of oxygen was knocked out to allow space for him inside.

feeling his white-knuckled grip on your hips leave one side, just to push you down to force an even deeper arch that was downright criminal.

through it all, sebastian laid next to you, muttering small praises in your ear- a stark contrast to the slap of your ass against sam in perfect rhythm over and over and over, right until you were cumming all over him before you knew you were close.

"fuck your squeezin me, tighter than shit good god,".

you couldn't help but sob as he pounded you, so sensitive and overstimulated that you couldn't control a goddamn thing.

"doin' so good baby, so so good," sebastian purred in your ear, placing gentle kisses on your shoulder as you buried your face into the sheets.

despite the anger coursing through his veins at sam's lack of concern, or better yet just him being inside you, he couldn't help but feel his dick harden once again at the sight of you so incredibly ruined.

"ssshit gonna cum fuckfuckfu-," his hips stuttered with his words, cutting off as he painted your insides white, filling you up once again.

still sobbing, out of breath, twitching as your insides throbbed and milked him dry without question.

he pulled out quickly, not allowing time for him to fall soft inside you, sitting back on his heels, panting and sweating.

your sobs slowly calmed as sebastian rubbed your back, allowing you to tuck your knees under your chest and grant your aching spine reprieve from primal greed.

"do you need anything?" sebastian hummed, and you shook your head no as best you could, so worn from use and any chance of a coherent sentence forming was next to none.

you were fucked utterly senseless.

"are- are you okay? i got a little ahead of myself i'm sorry pretty girl," sam stepped to the floor, resting his head on the side of your bed, opposite of sebastian's sweet nothings, a twinge of guilt seeping through his teeth at your shaking frame.

you felt sebastian move, just to glare at sam with enough anger you could taste it on your tongue.

"a little?" he seethed, jaw clenched tight enough to crack his molars if he tried.

"the fuck is your problem?" sam bit back, eyebrows pinched in genuine confusion.

"i-" he shook his head, forcing a deep breath before he beat the shit out of sam for getting greedy, and for being so reckless with it- with you. "go run her a bath, would you?"

wordlessly sam stood up, kissing the top of your head with a quick peck before taking his leave to run you a warm bath, swiping his shirt and boxers up from the floor on his way up.

"can you look at me, baby?" sebastian practically whispered, kissing your back gently as a praise for being so good.

you turned your head just enough to see him, glossy eyed and sniffling, suddenly embarrassed by how much of a wreck you were.

"there she is," he hummed, content, a soft smile on his kiss bitten lips. "let's get you in the bath, yeah? get 'ya all cleaned up and get into some comfy clothes?"

you nodded, succumbing to his soft words and care.

brain still short circuiting, eyes shot open for a quick second at the sudden change in temperature as your legs hit the warm water, bubbles starting to form under the faucet as sam poured some of your favorite soap under the running water.

you weren't really sure how you made it to your tub so quickly, but thankful nonetheless as lavender filled your nose and nearly pulled you to sleep right then and there.

"we will be right back, gonna get you some water okay?" sebastian ensured you were settled in before leaving your side, pulling sam by his shirt collar into the hallway- already half dressed.

barely audible over the sound of the rushing tap was the hushed grit of barely held back rage, all initially from sebastian.

"that wasn't a part of the fucking deal, samson, what the fuck is your problem?"

"dude you're telling me that you're the only one allowed to fuck her? what kind of bullshit is that?"

"were you not listening that first time we met her, or the first time she hung out with us, or i don't know every other goddamn fucking time where i said she's fucking mine?"

"you can't just claim her, that's not how shit works dude. i'm not here to just watch you fuck her, asshole,".

"you agreed to this shit, was tryna do you a favor by getting you some head, but no you had to get all defensive and shit. she's fucking mine. you got your chance, now go get her a goddamn glass of water or so help me god,".

"is there a catch to that too? hm?"

"oh my fucking god sam you're going to make me lose my shit, get her a goddamn glass of water it's the least you can do after you overstepped,".

he sighed for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose, contemplating his next words. trying his very best to not ruin a lifelong friendship, his tongue was too fast, teeth not a strong enough cage. "how would penny feel about this? didn't you see her yesterday?".

he knew that they were only friends with benefits, but he could see the look in penny's eyes - a little bit broken and head over fucking heels. sam never spoke of it, but he knew if word got out she would be devastated.

for the first time in his life, the look on sam's face broke him. a mix of betrayal - overstepping the one boundary sam had set to never speak of their dirty little secret - and anger, sadness and regret, numbness and everything in between.

without waiting another second, not wanting an apology, sam stormed off towards your kitchen, steps heavy and rushed.

without giving sebastian the time of day, before any more words could be exchanged, sam handed him a glass of cold water and a straw, before hastily making his way to your bedroom to grab the rest of his clothes and regain some semblance of control.

meanwhile, sebastian didnt hesitate to sit on the floor right outside the tub, moving gently as to not startle you as your eyes fought to stay open, exhaustion taking over.

"doing okay?" he hummed, brushing your cheek with his thumb, checking to make sure none of your hair got wet as you settled down further.

placing the straw into the ice cold water, he brought it to your lips, hoping to get at least a few baby sips down.

"mhm," you nodded, looking at him with lovestruck eyes, a whole different side of you peeking through to him in a single glance. "what're you 'n sammy fightin' about?".

"don't worry about it baby, we can talk about it later, yeah?" if you were sober and looking at him dead on, you would have been able to smell the panic on him, not exactly sure how he was supposed to explain this whole…situation…without scaring you away, such a pretty and timid little thing.

"o-okay," you hummed, lazily nodding your head. "can we go to bed soon?"

he sighed, so thankful you didn't push, thankful he had enough time to figure out how everything went so much different than he planned, how he wanted to make it up to you.

all the while, he had to fight down every devilish thought, every skipping heartbeat, so so starstruck at the sight of you now, the sight of you then.

he was already addicted, only saved by the thin chain of guilt, knowing your body was done. but fuck the sound of your sopping wet cunt, pulling him in with such desperation, molding to accommodate his size so quickly, perfect little pussy.

the sounds that left your swollen lips, a sweet symphony, soaking up each tear with adoration and lust he didn't even recognize himself.

he would deal with the mess later, too content with the lack of tension in your bones, the calmest he'd ever seen you.

just took a little weed, huh? should've done this months ago.

can't get away from me now, darling.

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i hope you enjoyed!! this was not my intended direction on their dynamic... but we all love a possessive seb < 3 (sorry sammy pls forgive me).

as always, thank you for stopping by, and thank you for your patience!!

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